[As Akechi sits up and away from him, spitting his usual vitriol, Akira watches the line of his shoulders. It's not that he isn't listening to what he's saying-- he hears every word. He just understands that Akechi isn't really spitting vinegar at him, he's spitting it at himself. It makes the fading heat of where he was leaned against him feel much colder.]
You're different. [It's a simple statement, but a very firm one, and he holds eye contact.]
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You're different. [It's a simple statement, but a very firm one, and he holds eye contact.]